16.1.11

Atmospheres are innocent tonight, we pretend to take no notice. Mechanisms deconstruct to failure. With circumspect ambition a watch becomes a flower, an iPod a sunrise. We don't become better people we only destroy less.

Landed at LAX and raced through the mundane procedures. Waiting now to find out if the snow in Philly will cancel my flight home. We are easily confused with our celebs but we're fairly sure that's Johnny Knoxville next to us.

It's complete, we have become dull and only able to indite travel woes and alimentary needs. When we have an appetite again, our text will no longer be numb from emptiness.

7.1.11

We recognize the end of the year, everyone seems to have had a crummy one. But this is the torrential rain that eventually let's up. There are those that are vexed by their previous transgressions and those hexes are finally unveiled.

I have nothing but respect for Australia, New Zealand, Tasmania. I wish I knew why the quality of the musicians, actors, directors, bands, coffee, etc is so high here. But I haven't slept much and my head hurts. I'll be in the air for 24 of the next 30 hours.

3.1.11

Public Enemy were on the same flight as us, Flava walking up and down the aisle looking Miles Davis-freaky and chatting with everyone. Very cool.

Meanwhile, Australia is more expensive than ever, compared to when I was here a decade ago. These past few years of traveling have confirmed the Yankee dollar is utter shit. I'm spending a fortune just surviving.

In addition, Australia is nearly a decade behind in terms of technology with a 120mb data limit on Internet access for 24 hours ($30-40) and free wireless is unheard of. Internet cafes don't even offer wireless. I've been walking around for 3 hours and still no hope of sending or receiving email or updating this page. The floppy disc is alive and well and living in Sydney. Very uncool.

2.1.11

We cut to Eagle Bay ("The Best Beach In The World") about an hour from Bussleton, Australia. Stopped at a brewery for a bottle of Cabernet. Inside the swelter I was immediately dark and sand-dipped. My luggage still anonymous in LAX terminals, I was making due with the Charles Manson swimming trunks I bought at a horror convention in New Jersey several years ago (pictured above, complete with X in forehead and signature). Then the 3 hour drive to Perth where I finally managed to pin down a decent night of sleep.